In Her Arms (LGBT)

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Piper's POV (WARNING FOR ANOTHER SCENE WITH SMUT)

I froze. Mack's eyes shot open, and she turned her head to the door. She looked back at me, seeing my breathless panting self gasping for air. Realization hit me just then. We seriously just did that. The thought embarrassed me completely, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it.

"Hello?" I heard from the other side of the door.

The person knocked again.

"Could you guys quiet down? I'm trying to do karaoke to Mitski in the other room." The voice said.

We didn't say anything until we heard footsteps walking away. I felt a strong hand grip onto my side. My attention was back on Mack. It was like neither of us could find words. It was kind of calming though, staring at each other in silence, both of us a flustered mess. I leaned down slightly, trying to give her the hint that I wanted her to kiss me.

Instead I was greeted with her sliding her massive hand up my thigh. My breath hitched when her hand was right over the spot I wanted her to touch.

I began to speak. "Mack-"

She cut me off by leaning up and kissing my neck gently. I felt her teeth graze my skin lightly, filling my stomach with butterflies. I leaned down so she could get a better angle. She was leaving gentle kisses, careful not to leave marks.

"Suck." I said pushing her head into my neck.

"Wha-" She began.

"I said suck. Mark me up. Leave your fucking initials, do anything, just do it." I interrupted.

I got a quick look at her before she went back to kissing my neck. She had this amazing look on her face. Having dominance over her for that tiny moment left her flustered, and I couldn't help but feel powerful. But, the back of my mind was telling me to beg for her to do unspeakable actions to me. God, I'm such a bottom.

I felt her lips move against my skin, this time a bit rougher. She'd never kissed me like this, and I didn't want it to stop. I wanted her to do this forever. I wanted her to-

"Piper." She spoke into my neck.

"What?" I asked impatiently.

"What do you want me to do to you?" She questioned.

It caught me off guard, but Mack was definitely the type of person to ask this. If she could get me to admit what I wanted, she'd get all the confidence she needed and then use it against me later.

"Why?" I responded.

"Tell me how you'd like me to fuck you." She whispered.

"Woah." I muttered out, nearly tripping over that single word.

She chuckled into my neck. Instead of her usual, cheerful laugh, this time it was more sinister. Like a hungry devil ready for its next victim. Her breath was hot against my neck, long tufts of her air brushing my neck.

"Tell me." She said.

"Anything. Do anything. I don't care, just make me yours." I admitted.

She let out another chuckle. That's what she wanted to hear.

In seconds, I was the one on the couch. She hovered above me, this hungry look on her face. I felt my heart beat quicken. Was I scared? Was I just nervous? Maybe the memories of my cousin were coming back.

All my thoughts flushed away as she slid her hand up my thigh, her hand gently touching right above my sex. I grabbed onto the edge of one of the couch cushions, ready for whatever was to come next.